I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.
kaveh akbar, ‘calling a wolf a wolf’ // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes’ // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body’s made of crushed little stars’, mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring’, mary oliver
